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Must I wonder if your thoughts are of me? If you are missing me, wanting me, creating heart beats and poet-less words for me? [ i do…]
Tonight, can we just pretend that you want me too?
Tonight, can we just pretend you want me too?
Once upon a time, is how stories begin...
Nothing, is what it appears to be, when it's only with your eyes you see.
even in death, his last breath was poetryexisting in the wind and on the breeze of"it used to be likes" forever remembering, yet never relivinghis lifewill never be what it used to be like.
Paint me perfect poetry.
As a man thinketh so is he? The faith of a mustard seed? I planted these words in my thoughts, and still, mind wound up lost, between my dreams and reality.
A person who plays the game knowing he will win, doesn’t impress me as much as the person who plays the game even though he knows that he might lose.
Tonight, can we just pretend you want me to?
Your heart beats between the palm of my hand.Its need to beOne with meDripsBetween my fingertipsAs I squeeze perfect drops of love into small receptacles to be preserved...For later. ☕️
Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me, your poetry.
I'd give you my heart, but you'd just give it back, so I'll give you my words instead.
Bruised, beaten, shaken, weakened, tossed, thrown, lost, alone, heard, helped, healed, hope... it still works.
Your heart beats against the palm of my hand.Its need to beOne with meDripsBetween my fingertipsAs I squeeze perfect drops of love into small receptacles to be preserved...For later. ☕️
Poetry without words, you are, the beat to my hearts rhythm.
I don't want what love is. I want what love is supposed to be.
Can still windmills, still produce wind? Can a heart still love, when a heart no longer is?
Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry.
If you say something as if it were, that isn't, is it considered a lie, or speaking it into existence?